Alas, what a shame.
Seeing Gu Qingyu's question, Sun Haoran felt a pang of sorrow. He thought for a moment before replying, "Actually, I don't think Yu Sen's condition is as bad as we imagine. His physical state is just like he's asleep; all his other functions are perfectly fine. I believe he can wake up. He just needs some form of stimulation, or for his own will to live to be strong enough."
"Some form of stimulation?" Gu Qingyu asked, confused. He looked at Sun Haoran. "What kind of stimulation? If you have any suggestions, just say it. We have to try, whether it works or not. That boy has been by my side for three years; I know full well how much he has suffered. He's saved my life several times. If it weren't for Yu Sen, I would have died long ago. How could I possibly still be alive today?"
